It’s a Good Thing It Only Last 6 Months

Despite many say internship is a place to have fun, yet it’s a good thing it only last 6 months nevertheless. Don’t be perplexed, I’m more than blissful to work at my company; industry training is a place with heaps of fun where you meet awesome supervisors, colleagues and a totally new working environment. For those of you who always wanted to see the world, this might be the perfect opportunity. But trust me, working life is just another stage of your studying life; in fact sometimes I feel that studying is more trouble-free. The only thing good in working is the cash; other than that, its way too complicated than studying life (mostly due to internal affairs).

I’m half way through my industry training now and like the famous proverb: ‘so far so good’. I’m working in the research department so it’s common to be in a stress atmosphere. Even sometimes I too will feel fed up when I can’t obtain the result I wanted; that’s just another sad side of industry training but the most important thing is that you learn. Frankly speaking, I learn a lot. I learned that communication is the utmost vital criteria to get things work out. You know what you want but nobody else knows about it unless you voice it out; be brave. Stress management is vital too; don’t ever show your temper in front of your boss unless you’re ready to quit. Even when the boss asked you, just tell him you’re fine.

Since I’m so contented with my internship, what’s the fuss?

The ruckus ensues just after working hours. Every time when it’s the time to go home, I feel sibeh dulan. I have to come clean here; I’m damn sien with them. Not normal sien, it’s indescribable sien; maybe no words can describe it. Oh wait! Maybe this will describe it all, it’s like babysitting a five years old kids who keep on asking you the same stupid questions plus the next door ah ma who keep telling you your neighbor affairs even you don’t give a damn about it plus the postman keep on banging your door for the letter that’s not yours plus the uncountable ignoring missed calls plus the nuclear silo generating their shit just right next door plus world war two taking place outside your house and the final grand slam: your roommate screaming shit in the house. That will do, that explain everything. Really beh tahan at some point I feel like sealed my room with sound proof or better still scream proof wall.

Sometimes, I think she taken the word share into another level. Other than sharing the house, due to her thoughtfulness she thought we might as well wanted to share her no-reason-scream. If your high pitch scream is as beautiful as Mariah or Celine, I’m more than honor to listen to it. But if it’s from you then no thank you.

I understand why baby scream when they’re hungry, they need attention. What I don’t understand is why a fully grown adult scream when they’re…eh…bored? tension? hungry? no reason?

P/S: I need to apologize for the usage of some words which may offend you guys. Nonetheless, like what I said, that’s maybe the most suitable words to describe. Simple advices, knows your friend, knows your roommate and differentiate wisely. Luckily it’s a good thing it only last 6 months.